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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

some kinds of help: part 2

So, last week I decided to get some of the weeds out of Grandma's rock-beds. Mr. Man saw me pulling the weeds up & putting them in this empty flower pot. He decided to "help" (I use the term loosely) *lol

So he grabs the pot, dumps out the contents, runs to "his" corner of the yard, and proceeds to pull up anything green & place it in the pot.

When the pot was full, he climbed into his playhouse & shoved the whole thing down the slide laughing like the silly-head he can be.

This game lasted for an hour. He just kept it up.
Every now & then, he would come over to me, grab my hand & pull me over to watch his accomplishment & clap for him.

Past quotes I still like...

Joe: "I don't want him to be a wizard"Me: "what are you talking about"Joe: "Nevermind, I must be dreaming again"Me: "Good, I don't want our kids wizards"Joe: "Well Zber is a goblin...."

Really? I guess this is what happens when Joe watches Lord of the Rings....*sigh*__________________________________________

"When I was a little boy, my grandmother would use a red puppet to take things out of the oven, then she would chase me around the house with the red puppet on her hand screaming, "MY TONGUE IS BURNT! MY TONGUE IS BURNT!!'"

Some radio DJ________________________________________Go find the man who can fit my shoes, the left one's old and the right one's new, and I got the right one just for you.